gend error

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I’m not sure what gender is. Every morning I ask myself am I a man? Am I a woman? And the words are so non-essential, melted sopping paper that is no longer useful to wipe anything up, that they disappear in the mind. I lay under the pale sheet and touch my chest and wonder what it would be like to press my palm against my ribs without imagination. Isn’t the earth round enough? I want to walk the plank.